Friday, 25. August 2006
from "Eclogue VII" - Miklós Radnóti
Without commas, one line touching the other
I write poems the way I live, in darkness,
blind, crossing the paper like a worm.
Flashlights, books -- the guards took everything.
There's no mail, only fog drifts over the barracks.
translated from the Hungarian by Steven Polgár
Big Book Of Poetry
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